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Come Talk To MeThe wretched desert takes its formThe jackal proud and tight In search of you I feel my way Through slowest heaving night Whatever fear invents I swear it makes no sense I reach out through the border fence Come down, come talk to me In the swirling curling storm of desire Unuttered words hold fast With reptile tongue, the lightning lashes Towers built to last Darkness creeps in like a thief And offers no relief Why are you shaking like a leaf? Come on, come talk to me Oh please talk to me Won't you please talk to me We can unlock this misery Come on, come talk to me I did not come to steal This all is so unreal Can't you show me how you feel? Now come on, come talk to me Come talk to me Come talk to me The earthly power sucks shadowed milk From sleepy tears undone… |